Chapter 672: Some people live, live like beasts

Two sticks and one tail, hit Yang Ming!
The two brothers, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qianjun Douluo and Jianglong Douluo, suddenly showed a hint of joy in their eyes.
"Boom!"
Just like the huge roar of a pile driver hitting the ground, the air was violent and deafening sound waves, shaking people's eardrums, if it weren't for the high level of everyone present, they would have blocked their ears with spirit power in time, they might have been deaf.
However, they too underestimated Yang Ming's defense!
The pitch-black armor constructed by Kazuko blocked most of the damage for Yang Ming, leaving only less than 30% of the lethality, at most it just made Yang Ming feel a bit of pain.
"Kakka!"
The pitch-black battle armor burst into cobweb-like cracks, and even dozens of fragments were dropped, revealing a strong body like steel underneath. With the injection of Yang Ming's spirit power, Kazuko continued to emerge, quickly closing the pitch-black battle armor. Trauma.
Yang Ming raised his hand and wiped the trace of blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Samsara's eyes flowed with cold eyes. He looked around and saw old acquaintances Jianglong Douluo and Qianjun Douluo. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a hint of sarcasm. Smile.
"It's you two again, always sneak attacking other people's rats behind, this time, I will not let you go again!"
"Round tomb! Edge prison!"
Three clones walked out of Yang Ming's body. Not to mention the strength of each clone inherited all the strength of Yang Ming's deity, at least 80%.
These avatars cannot be observed with the naked eye, and they must be spirit masters with a certain level of mental power to be able to detect their existence.
The three of Jin Crocodile Douluo were naturally not weak. At the moment when the clones appeared, they realized that the strength of the three clones was no less than that of Yang Ming's deity. The corners of their mouths twitched, and their hearts continued to curse.
"Where the is this evildoer!"
"I knew that when this kid hadn't grown up, I would kill him in the bud first!"
"Oh, I really regret it!"
No matter what it feels like in their hearts, the three of them must face the cruel reality.
The two avatars opened the Suzuonenghu, combined with the body of the flame demon to form the incarnation of Zhu Rong, and confronted the descending Dragon Douluo and Qianjun Douluo respectively.
Yang Ming is fighting the Golden Crocodile Douluo together with the clone.
It is worth mentioning that there is no Super Saiyan mode for the clone, and it must be said that this is quite a pity.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had already struggled to deal with a Yang Ming just now, and now with a clone, how could he stand it?
The one-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring inlaid on the body catalyzed a scarlet light, and the golden crocodile Douluo opened its huge mouth, and his sharp and sharp fangs snapped off an arm of Zhu Rong's incarnation.
Before he could make persistent efforts, culling the inner clone of Zhu Rong's incarnation, Yang Ming's deity stepped on a gust of wind, and suddenly struck from behind. The mysterious sword was wrapped in blue flames, and he slashed into the back of Golden Crocodile Douluo involuntarily.
"Shit!"
There was a tearing sound.
Although for the existence of Title Douluo, the high temperature of thousands of degrees has not caused much damage to them, not to mention that the golden crocodile of martial arts is the best martial arts of offensive and defensive, and ordinary methods can not break the defense at all. The mysterious sword is extremely sharp, as easy as cutting butter with a hot knife, directly slashing diagonally on the right shoulder of the Golden Crocodile Douluo to the left abdomen, the wound is deeply visible.
At the moment when the wound was cut, the hot flames of Qinglian's heart poured down the wound, making the sound of "pouch chick" burning meat, instantly evaporating the blood that flowed out, turning into a strand of blood The fog drifted in the air and disappeared quickly.
Sword wounds, burns!
The double pain constantly stimulated Golden Crocodile Douluo's sensitive nerves, and the bloodshot eyes condensed a bit of viciousness.
"Wow!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his left arm, and the black soul ring inlaid on his body swirled with a deep black glow, and his elbow was like a straight spear. He stabs Yang Ming fiercely and quickly, trying to hit him hard.
"call!"
In the fierce air flow, this elbow was fast and cruel, obviously not as simple as it seemed.
It's a pity that he has to deal with the deity behind him, and Yang Ming in front of him becomes a demon again.
Zhu Rong's incarnation raised his remaining arms and waved a fist the size of a sandbag, like a meteor fire falling from the sky, wrapped in the majesty of the world, half of the sky was covered by the burning green lotus heart fire, as if burned. The sea-like power is eye-catching.
Yang Ming's deity saw the attack of the Golden Crocodile Douluo and successfully avoided the opponent's attack.
At this moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo noticed that Yang Ming was avatar behind him, and when he wanted to avoid him, he was too old to hold back his strength. He could only rely on his flesh to resist the heavy body of Zhu Rong. fist.
"puff!"
Zhu Rong’s fist in the shape of a sandbag has a thousand catties of power. The moment the golden crocodile Douluofu touches, although a golden crocodile scale helped him withstand a lot of damage, the power conceived in the fist is through layers of flesh and blood. It reached the internal organs, agitated the blood in his body to flow back, the ground turned pale, and he opened his mouth to spout a mouthful of old blood.
Kill you while you are sick!
Yang Ming's reincarnation eyes instantly turned into a kaleidoscope of writing round eyes, and instantly met the eyes of Golden Crocodile Douluo that had been absent for a moment.
Originally, for a strong person like Golden Crocodile Douluo, it was very difficult for Yang Ming to pull the opponent into the moon reading space, because the opponent's mental power was extremely powerful.
But now, under the attack of Yang Ming's deity and the clone, the perfect spirit of Golden Crocodile Douluo has produced an indelible flaw. This flaw may be very tasteless for others, but for Yang Ming's good at it. As far as the spirit master of mental attack is concerned, it is a fatal blow!
The dark night.
Scarlet month.
Barren land.
Golden Crocodile Douluo only felt that after a pair of scarlet eyes were reflected in his eyes~EbookFREE.me~ a dangling in front of his eyes, he appeared in a strange place. It was extremely desolate and extremely lonely. Looking at the past, it is seldom crowded. There is no sign of biological activity, just like a ruins abandoned by the gods.
"This is where?"
He was about to move, but was shocked to find that he was actually by the five flowers and tied to the wooden cross.
Golden Crocodile Douluo tried to break free, he exerted very fierce strength, and he could even easily kill a thousand-year-old soul beast.
However, no matter how hard he struggled, he did useless work in the end. Golden Crocodile Douluo was shocked to find that the rope was made of no material. It was incredibly tough and difficult. The more he struggled, The tighter the rope!
At this moment, Yang Ming appeared in front of him, raised his right hand, and showed a smile.
"Some people live and live like beasts, and some people live and live less than beasts."
"Sure, it's someone like you!"